The cold breeze flows,
Flows into the blanket I’m snuggled in.
It whistles into my ear,
And wakes me up by blowing in.

Out in the courtyard,
I see the atmosphere darken.
The blue clouds turn grey,
And the flowers turn gay.
The plants push and play around,
They dance merrily and sway.

The raindrops fall effortlessly,
Onto the porch steps in a plight.
The melodious ‘thud’,
Of the tiny little raindrops,
Is enough to remind me,
Of my days of fright.

The days I feared,
Of the thunderous storms.
The days I feared,
Of what lies around.

But then the raindrops,
Tickle my skin.
They splash and crash,
Across my chin.

They leave a smile,
On my face.
And a thousand memories,
By which I’ll never be fazed…